I put on a wise look that I suspect fooled none of them. The girls looked at me expectantly.
“At that age, yes. I see no harm in it. To the contrary, like girls they are brought up to fulfill what is expected of them,” I replied, and then-having a curiosity about it myself, asked Gertrude, “How long will they be kept at their duties once they are fully trained?”
“You may say a year at the least, Harry, and quite possibly two. Thereafter it depends in part upon Beatrice and the ladies. They may wish for a change. There is a decided preference among mature ladies of my acquaintance for youths who will obey a simple click of the fingers. If these two go their own way after a year or two, they will quickly be replaced, but my belief is that they will prefer their state of submissiveness and the pleasures that are its rewards. The ladies guard them jealously-you may be sure of that. Thus you see, my dears, such youths are quite different to their counterparts, for while both of you girls were brought up to take the cock up your bottoms and your pussies by your elders, you did not become enslaved thereby-did not submerge your pride as these two boys delight to do.”
“How lovely to have them waiting in ones bedroom!” Caroline remarked and threw a quick glance at me, but I showed no frown to her.
“Indeed-but you are not in need of such yet and will not be for many years, Caroline. A lady in her middling years cannot find suitors as easily as you, and certainly not two ready cocks at once, as is the case with Alfred and Roger.”
“What pleasures Beatrice and the others must have- but do their husbands not mind?” asked Adelaide.
“I doubt that the husbands are aware of it. The boys are quiet and well-behaved and give no outward sign of their proclivities until they are quietly beckoned by the ladies. All is very discreet. There are many pretty things done and many tricks performed. Thus, Beatrice likes to lie upon her bed, legs spread, and have her bare toes sucked by each of them while an older youth is foraging his pestle in her honeypot. She quite languishes to have that done in the quiet of an afternoon!”
“My goodness! Do Alfred and Roger then mount her afterwards?” I asked.
“Why, as to that, I do not know. I believe their only role at present is to suck toes while she is being pleasured,” answered Gertrude with a show of innocence.
There was then a moment of silence. We were all aware of the boys waiting below. Besides, I rather wanted to talk with Caroline and my sister and so made the first move to thank our hostess for a delightful entertainment.
“I am glad you call it that,” she smiled, “for it is a term that can cover a multitude of delights and which may be used in polite company without some being the wiser as to what it really means.”
“Shall we see you milking them before we go?” Caroline asked hopefully.
Gertrude shook her head. “I would prefer it not, my pet. I do not wish them to feel, you see, that they are on exhibition among younger folk such as yourselves. I have let them off the leash a little with yourselves this afternoon, but otherwise their training is very formal and only undertaken with older ladies, In this way they become used to a certain type of entourage, as I feel sure you will understand.”
“Yes, of course,” the girls agreed politely, and so it was that we made our departure, not catching another sight of Alfred and Roger who were obviously concealing themselves in shyness somewhere and thus bearing out what Gertrude had said.
“I would love to see them sucking Beatrice's toes-one at each outstretched foot when she is being pestled,” Caroline remarked as our carriage departed. Then she asked me with a twinkle in her eyes, “Would you suck mine, Harry? I imagine it must give a lovely tickly feeling.”
“I would suck them forever more were you to consent to marrying me,” I replied so suddenly that I had no recollection whatever of gathering the words in my mind to speak them.
“Oh, Harry! Do you mean it?” Being seated beside me, with Adelaide on the opposite seat, she threw herself into my arms and asked teasingly, “You do not think me too naughty, then, to marry?”
I laughed with happiness against the lips that came to mine. A squeal of pleasure sounded from Adelaide. With those words, Caroline's acceptance and my own journey into marriage were sealed.
CHAPTER SIX
“Now you must meet Papa and Mama-indeed all my family,” said Caroline amid the showers of words that followed and of which Adelaide was very much a part.
Again, such is the curious nature of my being, it was exactly what I did not wish to do. Involvements fluster me, crowd in on me. Caroline has often said that had I been able to live in a hut with herself and Adelaide-hidden from the eyes of Society and venturing out only to obtain food and drink-I would have been perfectly content to do so. I for my part was quite happy to joke with her about it, saying that such a hut must have ivy around the door, a chimney, and a picket fence.
“Of course-and with three porridge bowls, just like the Three Bears,” Adelaide would say. They humoured my eccentricities, provided they were there to guide me away from them. I did not mind. Paradise for me was to lie abed between the two, their mouths liquid to my own and their cunnies always ready for my cock. Sometimes, at Caroline's behest, we would make love silently, turning our bodies on the sheet this way and that. She was very inventive and said on the night of our betrothal that she would like to swim in a clear pool with three young girls about her who would dive between her legs and nibble and lick at her en passant.
“And what would Adelaide like to do?” I asked of my sister, for I felt a deep contentment upon me now that the future was sealed and that I would always be at Caroline's side, while as for my sister, she said that she would never leave us and that we would remain an ever-loving trio.
Giving herself a long moment's thought, Adelaide replied, “I would like to ride naked on a white stallion with a male rider at my rear and my cunny gliding up and down on his cock as the horse cantered gently.”
I wondered if she had ever done that, or something very similar to that, but did not ask. My mind was in bits and pieces as to immediacies. The idea that I was to be introduced as a perfect stranger to Caroline's parents, while declaring our intent to marry, seemed to me most improper insofar as the etiquette of such matters is concerned, though Caroline was in no way disturbed about it.
“Everything will be all right, Harry. My judgement in matters of taste is much respected. In any event, Mama is visiting us the day after tomorrow and will have the pleasure of making your acquaintance then.”
This I did not mind so much. To meet Caroline's family in a piecemeal fashion, so to speak, suited my temperament better. As the hour for the encounter approached, so I grew more nervous, which amused Caroline and my sister much.
“Mama is no ogre. You will soon come to cherish her,” Caroline assured me. Even so, I took a stiff whisky before the grand arrival of Lady Somner, and a deep breath when she entered the house. Upon actually encountering her, however, all my apprehensions faded as do sparks from a bonfire at night which, like tiny errant stars, flirt for a moment with the darkling air and then disappear into some otherness.
Lady Jane Somner had not then quite reached her forty-third year, and was a striking beauty of my own stature. Her skin appeared as smooth as a girl's, her bosom fulsome, her hips lush in their out-curving. Indeed, so taken was I with her and with her gentle smile that I bowed and kissed the back of her hand as she entered the drawing room.
“I hear naught but good of you,” were her first words to me.